Post by Storm on Dec 17, 2017 21:08:04 GMT
He never thought he'd find himself back at the Labyrinth. But when Jack Tillman called, Mark answered and there were no if's or but's about it, no questions asked. This was somewhat of an initiation for Storm, who'd only recently turned to the dark side and aligned himself with the group known as 'Dogs of War', who'd mark Japan as their primary territory but had dreams of saturating the wrestling world. An initiation this may have been but Mark was up for the task. It was important that his brothers in combat knew this because there was no room for losers and halfhearted efforts. It was all or nothing, he now lived by that mantra.
"Can you believe it?" he rhetorically asked.
And like most Mark Storm promo's, he found himself in the environment of a gym, his personalized gym on the go, mat's and dumbbells lying around the room as well as a single ball, probably used for some sort of balancing or back stretches. Nevertheless, for a makeshift gym, it was okay. I mean most of the activities he'd endure would be circuits but it was enough to keep him fit throughout his days of constant traveling.
"I'm back! And I'm back with a few friends." he said with a smile on his face.
Shirt off, swear slivering down his body, gym equipment surrounding him - it was obvious that he'd just endured some strenuous training, all ahead of his upcoming match at 'Chapter Quince: Go Ahead and Kill Blitzen!' A first round match in the Lucha World Cup, a trio's competition between a variety of teams from around the world. And their first round opponents, were no strangers to Mark Storm. In fact, they were pretty well known all over the globe. Chris Crippler & Sam Tolson, with a third name to be declared.
"You might know us as, the Dogs of War and that we are. Everywhere we go, we reek havoc, make sure that our names are embedded into the history books of that promotion. We've already taken over Japan, long before my arrival and now it's time for an excursion of the wrestling world. Guerreros of Lucha Libre happens to be the fortunate destination of one of our excursion, and what we promise to bring is war at a tenacious degree.
War, chaos, havoc. It's what boils out of us as individuals. We can't help it, it's who we are and we've become accustomed to this way of life. Addicted. I'll be the first to admit that I'm addicted to the carnage and chaos and everything that comes with it. Losing all hope, and letting go, there's something so beautiful about it. A lot of people have been asking why I've joined this group of misfits; well the answer is in the question. I'm a misfit. I always have been. I enjoy the pleasure of inflicting pain on my opponents whilst others organised cute sequences and neat spots for the audience to applaud at. It's not about that for me. It's about the battle, the fight - the war that never ends, the scars that remain at the end of it all, they act as a trophy, our own war medals.
It made sense, to align myself with Hearst, Tillman and Shimada because they see the same way as I do, and they're the treated the same way as I am. We're treated like dogs. We fight that way too. We scratch and claw to get everything we accomplish and that's not going to be different here in Guerreros of Lucha. We're going to scratch, and we're going to claw until we get our hands on that Lucha World Cup. We're run through everyone that stands in our way, and first up is the team of Crippler and Tolson."
He paused, allowing himself to think for a moment.
"We know who you are. And what you're capable of. The whole world damn knows it. You're two talented professionals who've been doing this for as long as we have. World championships in your accolades, multiple titles and achievements that some only dream of. But you're a makeshift team out of nowhere. A last ditch attempt to salvage something, to enter this tournament. You haven't got the chemistry that we have. You haven't got the team spirit, like we have. I'm not saying you two aren't good, because you're superb individual, but as a team, that isn't going to coincide.
Heck, you haven't even got a third member of the team down, and you're expecting to advance ahead of a team so established it's become one of the most marketable teams to book right now? A team, who made it their goal to make 2017 their year, and succeeded. No, you guys don't stand a chance if we're speaking in all honesty. You need to acknowledge that. You need to understand that this isn't going to go the way that you think. You need to be honest with yourselves, and surrender.
But you won't. You're both too stubborn to do those things. So you'll come out here, cut your promo's, tell me how I'm wrong and how you're gonna that I'm wrong. Tell me and the world that you're taking home that world cup, but it won't make any difference. The end is inevitable, and that's your elimination. It's as simple as that."
He was brutally honest, he spoke with a tenacity lingering behind his voice. It could be mistaken for cockiness at times.
"We'll run through you and then our attentions will turn to whoever comes next in this tournament. Whether that's American Ultra or Team Bay Area, who knows? I don't. But I don't need to know because the result will remain the same. When it comes down to it, the Dogs of War are the best team involved in this tournament and we're taking home that Lucha World Cup and putting it on our already illustrious cabinet. From Your Hero and Mine."
The scene cuts to black.
"Can you believe it?" he rhetorically asked.
And like most Mark Storm promo's, he found himself in the environment of a gym, his personalized gym on the go, mat's and dumbbells lying around the room as well as a single ball, probably used for some sort of balancing or back stretches. Nevertheless, for a makeshift gym, it was okay. I mean most of the activities he'd endure would be circuits but it was enough to keep him fit throughout his days of constant traveling.
"I'm back! And I'm back with a few friends." he said with a smile on his face.
Shirt off, swear slivering down his body, gym equipment surrounding him - it was obvious that he'd just endured some strenuous training, all ahead of his upcoming match at 'Chapter Quince: Go Ahead and Kill Blitzen!' A first round match in the Lucha World Cup, a trio's competition between a variety of teams from around the world. And their first round opponents, were no strangers to Mark Storm. In fact, they were pretty well known all over the globe. Chris Crippler & Sam Tolson, with a third name to be declared.
"You might know us as, the Dogs of War and that we are. Everywhere we go, we reek havoc, make sure that our names are embedded into the history books of that promotion. We've already taken over Japan, long before my arrival and now it's time for an excursion of the wrestling world. Guerreros of Lucha Libre happens to be the fortunate destination of one of our excursion, and what we promise to bring is war at a tenacious degree.
War, chaos, havoc. It's what boils out of us as individuals. We can't help it, it's who we are and we've become accustomed to this way of life. Addicted. I'll be the first to admit that I'm addicted to the carnage and chaos and everything that comes with it. Losing all hope, and letting go, there's something so beautiful about it. A lot of people have been asking why I've joined this group of misfits; well the answer is in the question. I'm a misfit. I always have been. I enjoy the pleasure of inflicting pain on my opponents whilst others organised cute sequences and neat spots for the audience to applaud at. It's not about that for me. It's about the battle, the fight - the war that never ends, the scars that remain at the end of it all, they act as a trophy, our own war medals.
It made sense, to align myself with Hearst, Tillman and Shimada because they see the same way as I do, and they're the treated the same way as I am. We're treated like dogs. We fight that way too. We scratch and claw to get everything we accomplish and that's not going to be different here in Guerreros of Lucha. We're going to scratch, and we're going to claw until we get our hands on that Lucha World Cup. We're run through everyone that stands in our way, and first up is the team of Crippler and Tolson."
He paused, allowing himself to think for a moment.
"We know who you are. And what you're capable of. The whole world damn knows it. You're two talented professionals who've been doing this for as long as we have. World championships in your accolades, multiple titles and achievements that some only dream of. But you're a makeshift team out of nowhere. A last ditch attempt to salvage something, to enter this tournament. You haven't got the chemistry that we have. You haven't got the team spirit, like we have. I'm not saying you two aren't good, because you're superb individual, but as a team, that isn't going to coincide.
Heck, you haven't even got a third member of the team down, and you're expecting to advance ahead of a team so established it's become one of the most marketable teams to book right now? A team, who made it their goal to make 2017 their year, and succeeded. No, you guys don't stand a chance if we're speaking in all honesty. You need to acknowledge that. You need to understand that this isn't going to go the way that you think. You need to be honest with yourselves, and surrender.
But you won't. You're both too stubborn to do those things. So you'll come out here, cut your promo's, tell me how I'm wrong and how you're gonna that I'm wrong. Tell me and the world that you're taking home that world cup, but it won't make any difference. The end is inevitable, and that's your elimination. It's as simple as that."
He was brutally honest, he spoke with a tenacity lingering behind his voice. It could be mistaken for cockiness at times.
"We'll run through you and then our attentions will turn to whoever comes next in this tournament. Whether that's American Ultra or Team Bay Area, who knows? I don't. But I don't need to know because the result will remain the same. When it comes down to it, the Dogs of War are the best team involved in this tournament and we're taking home that Lucha World Cup and putting it on our already illustrious cabinet. From Your Hero and Mine."
The scene cuts to black.